)He had called Cal that morning, but Cal hadn’t wanted to talk to him, which was weird. He hadn’t been able to get in touch with Cynthia or Cal th...e night before, and he thought they were somewhere getting it on. This was my dream opening.I said, “Carl, I can assure you Cal wasn’t with Cynthia last night. We went out drinking together.”He said, “Yeah, but after the bar closed.”I said, “No, Carl. We were together all night.”He didn’t seem to be listening. He said, “But they could have…”I. . there was one inescapable fact. She had been sexually assaulted. Maybe it wasn't a surprise, and she had known it would happen for weeks, but still it had happened. A traumatic experience like that can't just be swept aside. If it was me, I would have trouble separating the pleasurable side of sex from the memory of the assault. So, how could we get past it? I had a feeling this was one of those times when communication would be even more important than usual. Silence can so easily be. But them started sex chats and pic swapping. We striped for each other. She always complimented my cock and I was fan of her body. It might sound unrealistic but her figure was as good as brandy love or even better.After talking for 8 months, she asked for meeting. And her husband was working away so she never got her hare of love and she knew that he fuck many women outside.So finally I had to go Delhi for some exam and then we decided to meet. She came in her car at Noida botanical garden. Pussy was no longer uncharted and daunting territory for Dee. She had tasted many in the past year, but Yume’s was her favorite. And she now knew just how to please her.She kissed her inner thighs and around her vulva, but upon discovering that Yume was already glistening, she ended the coy foreplay and inserted a finger while she lapped at Yume’s labia with her tongue. Then another finger and moving upward to the button of her clit, circling that, kissing it occasionally, but avoiding.